The Spirit of Dusk

By George Sterling

Now the wide splendors of the lapsing sun
    Enfold me and my sunset dream of thee.
    Before my gaze the troubling of the sea
Abideth not, passing like sunset done.
Me the grey wings of fleeting Twilight shun,
    Where lost I roam in golden dreams of thee,
    Taking no part in night. I wander free,
Not in despair, yet with Love's sorrow one.

Unseen of dusk, Love walketh at my side.
    With eyes that close in mercy of my pain-
        Dear eyes mine own no longer may endure.
The night hath claspt the ocean in its tide
    And showered the shaken stars upon the main-
        White as our love, and as thy spirit pure.

Carmel.

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